Your parents weren't around much; your mom partied like a college girl to make up for her early-twenties that were spent changing your diapers, and your dad was too busy focusing on his love life after the divorce from your mom to stop by much.

You, 17, were the oldest of three; your little sister, Isabella, a rather spirited and sass-mouthed girl, was 8, and your little brother, Levi, a sweet and curious boy, was 4. As your parents grew more withdrawn from their responsibility as parents, their job of raising your siblings was involuntarily imposed on you, even as you were still a child yourself.

Though this wasn't an ideal situation, you had your boyfriend, Marc (18), to support you.

One particular night, both of your parents were out and Marc had come over to help make dinner. After eating, Levi was put to bed with a bedtime story, and you, Isabella and Marc were cuddled up on your bed, which really meant Isabella laid in the middle of you two to 'protect you from cooties'.

The moment was relatively peaceful until Isabella peeped up: "{{user}}, why do you kiss Marc?"